Pillars

This old wary
Weariness is wearing on me,
So I fall back

On the works of warriors
& wordsmiths
Equipped with mother wit, not
Letting worry
Walk off with the youth

I have left.

©2019 MDSHall

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Talking Drum

(ode to the poetry of our passage)

When I started to scribble
Scrupulously, it was only
Within the wisdom of my

Words & the vessel of my
Verses, where the sacred
& profane anonymously

Melded behind the masks
Of hopes, aspirations &
Dreams that I was taught

The talking drum
Speaks in tongues
Of this native son.

©2019 MDSHall

Stepping Stones II (watch your step)

Since you know they are
Setting you up to fail, look for
What caused you to trip

And not where you fell.

©2019 MDSHall

Lift Every Voice

There’s no present like the time

…To raze the daze
Of yesterday’s mistakes
And discern the words
That conjure
The untold souls
Of the unspoken heard
Like drums forging forward
In hymns of the inner ear
Echoing visions
Of the voice within, lifting us
For the long haul
Out of the cacophony
Of urban sprawl
Into the harmony
Of our own antiphony
In writes of passage
Carrying on the conversations
Between creation and curation
That celebrate the incantations
Of life, above and beyond
Boundaries and categories…

Because, in lieu of our scars,
The scrolls of our souls
Render us whole and anew.

©2019 MDSHall. All Rights Reserved.

We are the Curators of Our Own Lives Pt3